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A miscommunication of the words that I'm preaching
Little boys and little girls finding comfort in words with a deeper meaning
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My friends claim I'm not the same girl who they once knew
And I must admit its the truth
Every since I decided to become bigger then my own idol
Its been a downward spiral
Words thrown at at me left and right
People put me down with words rooted in hate
All because ive turned into a seeker of the truth
And because i refuse to downgrade myself to be societies fool
I sink to my knees for no one but my own God
And im stronger then the swords used to attack me.
if you can't handle the truth feel free to leave
I'm Just another girl trying not to conform
Trying to make it without losing my sense of self
No one asked for this life
but everyone seems to play the governments fool
to bad for you
I'm prosecuted for my beliefs
I have people who prefer to spit in my face
it's not my fault you can't handle the truth
Don't get me wrong
I'm not saying I'm better then you
I'm just  saying
I know things you will never know
because I'm no fool
I fight
I cry
call on God when things aren't right
I listen
I see
I know what's really going on
a world divided is a world that's conquered
I'm only trying to give society a wake up call
One day someone will hold my body, reach
intimate places, steal breaths from my throat
and his cold barb-wired fingers will breach
my silk-woven skin, leaving me to choke.
I'm afraid I'm not sufficient enough
to let his love crawl in me, sweeping dust
away that no one has bothered to touch
after all these years. Certainly he must
not want to encounter a tornado
that destructs everything that could save me.
When he's done, there will not be a halo
above his head. He precariously
set my heart up for more disappointment.
He took my trust with the lack of consent.
One day someone will hold me and reach intimate places, and I'm afraid I will not be sufficient enough.
Love* may be a feeling
But
Love is not just how you feel,

I love you may be the right words
But
Love is not just what you say,

Love is a decision
And
Love is what you do.
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 Nov 2015 kaleigh michelle
kairos
I will not use guilt to make you stay.
Never will I ever.

But we are tides now,
crashing against each other,
breaking each other's hearts.

The rock between us is Alaska,
the rock that breaks the wave.

We are discreet in the world.
Familiar with each other.

The truths laced under the lies,
but I don't know which is which-

stained cloth over my head,
i work to forget.

but here i am,
procrastinating

under the bright light.

my life has been a giant knot,

i'm trying to untangle it,
to figure it out.

the more i twist and pull,
the more caught up i am
in my own lies.
 Nov 2015 kaleigh michelle
Raven
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me
but you hurt me
with all the words that pour out of your mouth
not one was what I wanted to hear
yet all of them seemed to please everyone else
you can wrap your shins up in cowboy boots and top it off with a hat
but you are not brave enough to bestride something beautiful
only because it is more powerful than you
you are weak
but somehow the lack of words you shot at me
tortured my mind
and the rest
were meaningless
It's been 2 years
Thinking about it now,  I can hardly believe it was real
I was drowning inside with pain: while on the outside I was drowning in tears.
My emotions were eating me alive... all i knew was I no longer wanted to feel.
After another family argument I rushed up stairs to the bedrooms
quickly I grabbed the first orange bottle of pills I could find in my aunts room.
Hiding beside my bed with my sister in the room unaware
Desperate for death I force all the pills down my throat.
Once the deed is done , my aunt calls us down to talk
during her lecture, I start to wobble
she asks if I took something but I insist I didn't and that I was just tired.
After a while she realizes what I have done..
though unlike most she found it funny and recorded it on her phone
Finally once I stop responding to things she calls the police...
only one officer showed up
realizing the situation wasn't a joke he gets back-up and medics
I am rushed to the local hospital.. then moved to a more advanced one
As the  doctors and nurses try to save me
I continuously rip out my IV's refusing to live

They are able to put me down.
I wake up 3 days later with dry blood on me and cry because all I wanted was to die .. and I failed.
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